#lucien simp

[the-doctor-3000]

New obsession!💖😁

I'm currently on the 19th chapter and I'm LOVIN' it!💖💖💖💖💖

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #tamil #feyre archeron #feyre supremacy #lucien supremacy #lucien acotar #lucien simp #i thought that i'd simp for Tamlin but i ended up simping for Lucien #elain acotar #nesta acotar #expect fanfics of this character #and fanfics of this in general

[crazy-ache]

Courting Lucien Vanserra - Elucien Short Fic

Title: Courting Lucien Vanserra

Relationship: Elain/Lucien

Rating: E

Type: Chapter 1 of 3??; 8k words ~

Summary:

“I think it may be too late for us, that I was a wretch for far too long and now he wants nothing to do with me—” Elain blurted out in a teary confession to her sisters. Nesta, face like stone, hissed. “Then there is only one thing left to do. You must thoroughly and ardently court him.”

Elain’s tears stopped rolling down her face with utter confusion. “Court him?”

“You need to seduce Lucien,” Feyre clarified with a feral grin.

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Notes: Elucien, mostly canon compliant. Idiots to Lovers really. I wanted to write a story where Elain pursues Lucien instead of the other way around. This is my first time writing smut with shenanigans mixed in. Would love to know what you all think! Lucien’s POV will be next!

Tagging some of new Elucien friends and girlies who have been inspiring me lately | @zenkindoflove | @lucienarcheron | @eudaimonia83 | @acourtofthought | @starsreminisce | @goghwilde | @lorcanisdabest | @luciensdefenseattorney | @dangerouslovesong

#Elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #elucien fanfiction #elucien fic #romantic comedy really #smut is involved #more to come!! #Elain SIMPS over Lucien here

[yazthebookish]

“If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?”

Artist credit: artofviccolatte

#forever obsessed with this #my Lucien simp era is coming #lucien vanserra #acotar #book art

[thetopichot]

(‼️) = Read With Caution

Collection Of Alphonse Stuff

Collection Of Auron Stuff I

Collection Of Auron Stuff II

Collection Of Big Red/Lucien Stuff ‼️

Collection Of Charlie Stuff ‼️

Collection Of Faust Stuff

Collection Of Finn Stuff ‼️

Collection Of Seth Stuff

#the cat speaks #yuurivoice #yuuriboys #simping #alphonse yuurivoice #yuurivoice alphonse #auron yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice charlie #charlie yuurivoice #yuurivoice big red #big red yuurivoice #lucien yuurivoice #yuurivoice lucien #faust yuurivoice #yuurivoice faust #finn yuurivoice #yuurivoice finn #seth yuurivoice #yuurivoice seth #writing #masterpost #im in fact a boykisser #also a girlkisser too #anyway here ya go

[kasythelassy]

Me over here simping for a demon……..I need help….

#boyfriend to death #art #doodle #btd rire #lucien rire #rire #simping

[athena-85]

🌼🌹Sarah J. Maas simping for Elain Archeron through her characters POVs🌸🌺

✨A series ✨

Part 3: Rhys

I think in this chapter we get a look inside, Sarah J Maas’ head. specifically I think she is ,through Rhysand, addressing all the hate Elain is getting for her gardening.😡🤬

Sarah likes gardening so we can only imagine what she thinks of her “fans” that bash Elain for doing it. 🗑️🚮

The fact that she has Rhys defending Elain with a smirk on his face, most likely to represent his pride in her😏. My guess is that the relationship between Elain and Rhys will be that of a brother and a younger sister. It may even have some exploration of the sister that Rhysand lost.🥺

We should also take notice of the fact that Sarah once again pointed out how Elain chooses not to accept Lucien’s gloves, earrings, and most likely, and eventually mating bond.🦊🙅🏼‍♀️

This chapter solidified the fact that the next book would be about Elain we were dealing with Nesta and the next book the next sister, who we help is Elain. 🌸

#acotar #elain archeron #rhysand #feyre archeron #pro elain archeron #sjm books #sarah j maas simping for elain archeron #lucien vanserra

[sungrave]

Alright just before i pass out cuz i just finished A court of frost and starlight foe like the third time and i just feel like Tamlin deserves more but thats not what i want to talk about right now but the part where Rhys botches about the wings and says i never heard an apology because hear me out, Tamlin might never apologize because

1. He is loyal af. He probably thinks he made big mistake, no forgiveness, he betrayed his friend, he broke faith and his loyalty is a joke

2. He thinks and im gonna kill die on that hill, that he should have been able to protect them or to save them or just done more . And because he failed, he deserves no forgiveness

He doesn't ask for forgiveness or apologizes because he is convinced he was and still is at fault and he deserves the hate and the suffering for what wasnt even probably his fault (because let's be honest it's pretty obvious his father and brothers were horrible and it was entirely completely on them)

#pro tamlin #never would have thought i use this tag but here we are i guess #late night ramblings #acotar #acofas #sjm #Tamlin #someone flippin help that man #he clearly needs to work through some stuff #wayyyyyyy before the feyre incident #im not simping (too hard) but he was done dirty #baby boy baby get it together #also im too lazy to go back to the post but Lucien ma guyyy #u need to tell himmmmm it's okay he is not gonna whoop your ass but #he needs a reality check from a FRIEND #anywaysssssssssssss...... #sorry for typos of there is any #im running on like - looks at a hand drawn sharpie watch on my wrist - about two winks of sleep i think

[separatist-apologist]

Can't wait for elucien. I just know it will be delicious!

Elain fell asleep to the sound of thunder and the worry that all her chickens—including her beloved Henrietta—would be dead in the morning. 

She woke to Lucien’s voice.

“Hey,” he murmured, poking her in the ribs. She opened her eyes to find him crouched before her, this time in a plain white shirt. And tucked beneath his arm was a bleary eyed, rather exhausted looking Laya. 

“Henrietta?” she asked, thinking only of her favorite.

“Tried to murder me on sight,” he replied dryly, giving Elain the bird.

“But they’re all alive…as well as your plants.”

He’d never been so close to her. In the hazy morning glow, Elain saw the shadow of a beard grazing his sharp jaw. She thought of his chest, all carved muscle now hidden beneath a t-shirt stretched over his body, and how he’d held her down with so little effort.

How he’d used his own body to shield her not once, but twice. 

“Thank you,” she told him. Lucien didn’t quite look at her, nodding silently. He rose to his feet, tall as he looked down his nose at her.

“Get that bird out of our house, Elain.”

#lucien bringing a chicken indoors because elain was in a panic #GET THAT BIRD OUT OF HERE ELAIN #like okay alright sir your simp card is showing

[ray-elgatodormido]

POV: You slept rather soundly for a murderer

the mug is making a comeback

It’s of my fav OCs

+Baadahil and her adopted son

#number one dad indeed #shoutout to single dad with a knife #gotta be one of my favourite genders #oblivion #lucien lachance #myart #tes oblivion #videogames #shitpost #tall dark and stabby #elderscrolls #oc #hero of kvatch #martin septim #doodle #off to the simp stash we go #oc: baadahil faris #elder scrolls oc #leave us! creature of light! >:(

[jmoonjones]

It felt wrong to not have them too.

Side note: Illyria deserves to have court status. What if they break apart from the night court and invent democracy to get their leader? Then maybe Emerie gets elected (Devlon redemption arc: he becomes a champion for women’s rights). She doesn't have baggage/feuds/a nemesis with the other courts and also brings a healthy dose of common sense to the table oh and now it's a political thriller following Emerie (and her Valkyrie/Illyrian friends) establish Illyria as a respected equal of the other courts and maybe this is why I stick to mood boards

#I'd read the bones out of that #I could never do it justice #President Emerie #Prime Minister Emerie #Premier Emerie #Carynthian Emerie #It's the political thriller I never knew I wanted #acotar #acotar moodboard #a court of thorns and roses #dusk court #acotar fanart #Illyria #nessian are involved ofc #Lucien is there too #Devlon is a Valkyrie simp

[abraxos-and-ataraxia]

Listen y’all I’m a shameless vanserra simp and that’s what we do here

#Eris simp first human being second #thinking with my pussy seven days a week #am I gonna fall in love w the other brothers next? who knows #vanserra brothers #eris vanserra #lucien vanserra

[crackedoutwalnut]

acotar sexuality headcanon

if the inner court were a queer friend group this is what I think their sexualities would be:

Feyre (she/her): I think she would be straight regardless. However, I would be willing to believe bisexual with a preference for men

Nesta (she/they): Big Bisexual Energy. No way Gwyn and Nesta weren't at least a little bit attracted to each other. (also, because i want her so bad Holy Shit.)

Elain (she/her): Pansexual. I can't explain it but the girls who get it, get it girls who don't, don't.

Rhysand (he/him): Rhysand is also the Token Straight. Yet, somehow he seems to be on the Razor's Edge of being a gay man. He also had one (1) threesome with Helion and Feyre. He has also def kissed both cassian and azriel while drunk.

Azriel (he/they): bisexual with a preference for women. (him and cassian fucked 1 (one) time.) haters die mad.

Cassian (he/him): Pansexual. Also, a switch. Nesta has pegged him. Moving on.

Amren (they/them): An ancient mysterious beast from another dimension imprisoned in a foreign body is probably one of the most transgender tropes i could think of. Also lesbian. (nesta and they have fucked.) (they're a sadist and a dom) (okay im done.)

Morrigan (she/her). bisexual with a preference for women... obviously

Lucien (he/him): that's a gay man. Like literally look at him:

De-Nile is a river in Egypt, mfs.

#Lucien simps die mad #amren acotar #nesta acotar #acotar #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #nessian #feysand #feyre archeron #feyre acotar #feyre darling #rhysand #cassian #azriel #amren #morrigan acotar #nesta archeron #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #sjmaas #sjm

[ladyelain]

Just to be clear, Lucien lowkey fanboying / crushing on Vassa in acowar is completely valid, reasonable and approved because duh we’re talking about Vassa.

Darling, there’s no reason to be ashamed. Elain finds Vassa hot too, trust me …

#the way he literally BLUSHED like same bby same #he’s such a simp for kinda human / kinda not human / former human / human human / … #lucien vanserra #vassa #jurian #elucien #band of exiles #boe

[supervillain-smut]

WHAT IF I WROTE AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS FIC OVER A VAMPIRE I DISCOVERED LIKE TWO DAYS AGO?! WHAT IF I MADE A WHOLE ASS NEW CHARACTER SPECIFICALLY TO WRITE SAID ENEMIES TO LOVERS FIC???

#yes this is about #strahd von zarovich #dnd strahd #curse of strahd #help me im a vampire simp #also im writing a short fic for #lucien lachance #vicente valtieri #marcurio #and #brynjolf #if they got their hair pulled

[surrealsuriel]

Bound with Fire, Forged in Flames (Elucien Fic)

Summary // Masterlist // Next Chapter

Disclaimer: Girl, I know nothing about the regency era and I am so sorry for how obvious it is that everything I learned is from the Bridgerton show. Pls have mercy on me. 

Chapter 1 -- Purple Columbines

Elain

Word Count: 2201

Elain first heard his name while simultaneously feeling a sharp, stabbing sensation in her right index finger. She hissed at the pain, curling her hand towards herself to hide the drop of blood that sought after its attacker– the ever menacing rose. Her father hardly took notice, nervously adjusting his shirt as he relayed the news to her. 

“--and he’s a good man... From what I’ve heard. But your sister speaks highly of him and I trust–”

“Which sister?” Elain cut in, internally cringing at the show of disrespect. He gets enough of this from Nesta and Feyre. He doesn’t need it from me. 

… He deserves it from me right now. 

Her father’s sharp look at the disruption cut over her, assessing if he was about to answer her or correct her. “Feyre…” he said uneasily. 

“Lucien Vanserra… ,” Elain rolled the name off of her lips, biting back the burn she felt at the odd emotion of knowing this was the man her father deemed good enough to sell her off to. Like a whore, a wretched voice whispered right back to her. 

“And you said he arrives…?”

“Tomorrow, yes,” her father cringed. God, he has had to have known about this for at least a month, maybe more. Elain felt that burn again, but this time she swallowed down bile, rather than the name of some Lord a town over. “But as I said, he will be staying at our estate for a month before any wedding. We will have plenty of time to vet him and make sure he isn’t just some rogue off the street.”

He tried to add this sentence with a wink but she heard what he wasn’t saying. I won’t let him near you like the last one, not until I am sure. Elain appreciated the sentiment but she felt the sting far more. “I won’t be letting him out of my sight while he is here– that way we will be plenty introduced long before he can even think to say ‘I do’”. 

Once again, what her father wasn’t saying felt much louder than what he was. I will not let him out of my sight. 

Despite her perfectly modest and ladylike attire that covered her chest to toes, Elain felt wholly exposed by the new horizon that was rising before her. She felt the dim soul of innocence within her dance through the breeze of hope that passed. Hope for a new day with a new knight in shining armor. Elain stifled the extra beat of her heart before it could gain any new encouragement. 

She straightened her back with a resolve as she made a promise to herself. 

She would marry this man for her father and for her duty. She would not trust him and under no circumstance would she allow him to have her heart, or what remained of the tattered shreds of it. Those shreds were shards she protected herself with now. Even as they made her palms bleed and tears trickle from her eyes, she would hold onto them. Her heart was no one else’s. Especially Lucien Vanserra’s. 

“Go on Elain,” her father said, trying to avoid eye contact with her. Good, he should feel guilty.

“Go get washed up for supper. You’ll head straight to sleep after to ensure you are ready for Lord Vanserra’s arrival tomorrow. Come.” 

And like always, Elain dutifully followed. 

Lucien

Lucien was pissed and rightfully so. He was expected to meet his betrothed today but instead he was standing off beside his carriage while his team of idiots scuttled around trying to get it to unstick from the mud. 

Gods… betrothed. He scoffed. Even in his mind the word spat out and splattered against his skull, ricocheting through the worst parts of him. 

He had heard of Elain and her beauty, of course. A woman does not look like that and not get talked about, especially a Lady. But he wasn’t the first to go after her, and knowing he was going to be the last dulled any excitement or pride he may have felt about wedding the Elain Archeron.

He barely knew the girl, so they weren’t going to be a love match by any means. As if I’d ever have one, he internally sneered.

Another one, a quieter, darker part of him reminded. 

He shook his mind loose of those thoughts, thinking instead on the tedious month ahead. All he had heard about Elain was that she was pretty and liked to garden. Classic. Gods, he just hoped she didn’t throw herself at him the second she saw him. 

Lucien knew he was good looking and he knew he was cocky about it, but such should be expected from a notorious rake. Unfortunately, he was cursed with enjoying the chase, although women never seemed to run too far from him. He hoped Elain would be interesting, as once he married he did not intend to stray from his marriage bed. He was a rake, sure, but not a rake without honor. 

Here’s hoping she doesn’t try and shorten my last month of freedom by asking to wed early, Lucien’s mind supplied bitterly. Maybe it was a bit cliche to consider Elain some sort of prison, but Lucien had no interest in marriage, a fact he had made clear plenty of times to his father. The cruel man probably just wanted to get rid of him and gave him to the most convenient match– a match rich enough to advance their own name but near enough geographically that Lucien still remained under his father’s thumb.

His driver signaled the cart was unstuck and ready to get a move on. 

“About an hour till we reach the estate, my Lord,” the yell muffled by the walls of the carriage rang in his head. 

One hour till the rest of my life, Lucien thought with no excitement. 

Elain

Elain wrung her hands out nervously in front of her as the clopping and jangling gave away the approaching carriage to her position on the front law of her home. Have carriages always moved that fast? This one seemed REALLY fast. It does not need to be going THAT fast. 

She took a steadying breath and glanced towards her father who looked just as nervous as her for the approaching carriage. Elain was suddenly reminded that he had never done this before either. Both her sisters had met their now husbands on their own and fallen in love with little arranging or meddling. 

Although Feyre had faced her fair share of nightmares with her first love who had tried to steal her away from the family before being married(long story), Rhysand had been a sort of savior to both Feyre and their family after they fell in love. 

Sure, Elain’s father was a duke with land and resources, but when Feyre had her first season out as a lady of society, the family had been secretly struggling with debt and the weight of their own lifestyle. They didn’t have enough money to keep pretending they were wealthy, but if they stopped acting they could have been rejected from society, a worse fate than starvation for them. 

Rhysand and his crown had saved their family from poverty, and Feyre got to be disgustingly in love so win-win-win. Shortly after Feyre and Rhys celebrated their union, Cassian, Rhys’ brother, and Nesta had been found in a spare closet in a compromising position to say the least. To maintain his honor, Cassian proposed and Nesta didn’t have much of a choice but to say yes which pissed her off to no end. She had despised their predicament for months before finally admitting that yes, maybe she kind of liked Cassian.

To the shock of the ton, Nesta and Cassian were now even more in love than their siblings. Despite Elain’s constant blush and horror, they were always all over each other. Elain simply did not understand. Whatever happened between a man and his wife could not possibly be that good or warrant that much noise. 

Even throughout the backwards ways her sisters had ended up with love matches, she knew her father was secretly pleased that two of his three daughters married well-off and to men they loved and who loved them. It was quite the shock when Elain had been the last sister left amongst the three. It wasn’t her fault that man after man had come knocking and all ran for the hills when they discovered she wasn’t as docile as their ideal inanimate doll of a woman was supposed to be. 

But here she was–anxious and awaiting an arranged marriage that she had no say in. This wasn’t supposed to be her fate, but she supposed that 3 out of 3 daughters finding their own love matches was a bit too lucky to hope for. 

The sound of crunching gravel beneath boots shook Elain from her thoughts, and she looked up to see Lucien Vanserra in all his glory. He towered over the men beside him both in stature and in looks. His red hair blazed under the afternoon sun, and Elain swore to herself that the fire of his hair was all that was causing her to heat up. His forest green attire did wonders for his tan complexion and his deep gaze penetrated every pore of her body as he glanced over her. 

Elain couldn’t help but think, This is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life. 

And that pissed her the fuck off. 

Lucien 

Lucien would be a fool to deny the fact that talk amongst the ton did not do Elain Archeron justice. The woman was ethereal. She had the essence of a spring breeze dipped in honey and sprinkled with gold. It was an effort to only graze his appreciative stare over her once. 

When he did finally bring his gaze up to meet hers, he was startled to find a fire behind her eyes. What on Earth could I have possibly done in the past 10 seconds to already piss her off? He inwardly groaned. 

He tentatively stepped forward and, who he presumed to be Lord Archeron, met his step. 

“Lucien, it is an honor to have you as a guest in my home and as a future son-in-law. I look forward to getting to know you and you getting to know our family, although as I have heard, you are already familiar with my youngest… ?” he asked.

Lucien’s years as an emissary kicked in as he charged up his charm. Best to avoid the silly little fact that he actually met Feyre while still best friends with the man who tried to literally steal her from the father standing before him. His friendship with Tamlin had long ended since he saw his true colors, but it was still probably not the best introduction. 

“Yes, yes! Feyre and I met a while back when she first started her courtship with Rhysand. They have been all too kind to me over the years, and I am lucky to consider them both friends,” Lucien lied easily. This seemed to set Elain’s father at ease as he slowly stepped aside to present his daughter. 

She looked at him and making eye contact with her nearly had him on his knees. 

Gods what is this woman doing to me? He cursed internally. 

Lord Archeron spoke, “It is my privilege to present you my daughter, Lady Elain Archeron, your betrothed.” 

She curtsied, leaning down before him and it took every bit of self-control in Lucien’s body to quell his inner-rake that yelled at him to look slightly south, but he kept eye contact with her as she held out her hand. 

Lucien swears he meant to innocently kiss the back of her hand, but as her hand approached him and his head dipped, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was as immediately intoxicated by him as he was by her. A millimeter from his lips hitting her hand, Lucien flipped it over, placing a delicate kiss against the pulse point on her wrist. He let his lips settle against her for a moment, feeling for her heartbeat.

Beat. Beat. Beat Beat. Beat. Lucien felt her heart sing for him and he couldn’t suppress the smirk that rose on his face at the thought that he was affecting her as much as she was affecting him.

By gods, please let her feel this, too, so I am not crazy and pathetic. 

Before he could make his home on her pulse point, she snapped her hand away, a slight frown above those same, blazing eyes as she set her mouth into a hard line. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Lord Vanserra,” Lucien felt his own traitorous heart lean in towards her as he finally heard her voice, melodic underneath her clipped words that held absolutely no pleasure for meeting him. 

His euphoria was quickly severed as she turned, rushing out that she must be going before disappearing into the gardens beside them. What to make of this. 

So there would be a chase after all… he thought gleefully. 

#elucien fic #pro elucien #elucien fanfiction #elucien #elucien au #sarah j. maas #elain archeron #elain #lucien vanserra #lucien is a simp #regency au #exposition is boring i’m sorry #no beta we die like papa archeron

[bookish-whore]

Fuck you azriel im all for y/n x Lucien endgame ❤️

You all give me life, I love hearing and seeing how you guys react to the story. <3

and I'm not gonna lie, every day I am more and more tempted to dramatically change the story because I love Lucien. (hehe)

#azriel x reader #lucien x reader #falling #bookish-whore #honestly i am a simp #for the vanserra boys